urinating in the city of face i want to release this hour move on any other way tomorrow is december let's go out there is loneliness in the garbage smoking's the plague around my fingers swishing spitting out egg whites of confession too tired to care much whoever you are may hear i've seen your poison what sort of perversion what would you call this are you there is there a name for this keep in mind kitten there's no safety back there incoherence's taken your place
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